I am dead and I am alive.
Just like the gratuitous setting of the second dimension, I was reborn, but it wasn't until I was sixteen that I remembered all the memories of my previous life.
At this time, I happened to get a code name - Gin in this organization that looked not formal and legal at first sight.
Ah this.
The only real wine in the whole winery seems to be facing the crisis of being adulterated.
[Warning: women wear men, the writing is rubbish, there is only Conan Theater and there is no other unscientific world. The protagonist has not watched Conan. Everyone rescues but there may be some people who cannot be saved. The protagonist can be used as a gin without gin at all. Just treat it as a gin wearing a gin skin. There is a possibility of private settings and being slapped in the face by the unfinished Conan. Everyone is forcibly reduced by the author, and the red side will win]
Purpose: Mixed wine harms the market, Gin firmly opposes (supports) it